I finally returned to the studio today. I started slow by just working in my current sketchbook. I've really missed the daily discipline of drawing since I am finished with the drawing project. I think I will start the practice up again because it kept me so in touch with my hand and how it works on a page. Sounds odd, but that's how I think of it. Many times my hand does things I never thought of. I imagine many artists have this feeling, but I'd love to know if you do. And one more thing. I love this quote I saw on a friend's worktable: Discipline is remembering what you want.
I know, I know. I should be posting about more interesting things. But I just feel this urge to savor the beauty of summer. Already I feel a change in the air, and I want to get every drop of pleasure out of now. I love the softness of the Sheepscot river up at head tide on a cloudy day like it was today, so I made a detour just to see how it looked. I bought some produce at the farm stand, and I made granola. It should be good with a ripe peach and some yogurt for tomorrow morning's breakfast. Maybe I'll get serious tomorrow.